Hell Hath No Fury (Femdom, genetic mutation)          © Darkside@nym.alias.net 1997.

Introduction from Darkside :

This is the cumulation of about a years worth of effort on my part. Nine months planning the whole thing out and three months actual writing. Infinite thanks must go to Vickie Tern without who’s patient re-reading and suggesting made this, my first story what it is.

You are welcome to do to this what you will, repost it,store it,print it etc etc. The only thing you are NOT allowed to do is charge people money for reading it(unless you want to publish it, then we’ll talk).

The only price I exact for this story is that you let me know you’ve read it and what you thought of it(even if you think it’s mindless pap).

The original notes as posted to USENET are printed at the end of the story.

A word From Vickie Tern without who’s help I would have stopped at Fury I and never continued on.

Introduction by Vickie Tern  :

This is one of the more remarkable productions, I think, of net fiction in general and TG fiction in particular. It’s an ambitious full-scale novel, with a complex plot, the narrative evolving for the reader out of various characters’ distinctive points of view—their so-called "first person" narratives. These commentaries and reports overlap and conflict with each other, leaving the reader to construct what is really happening as if the story were a gigantic mosaic made up of many pieces, each partial, some bewildered, many just plain wrong. Yet while individual characters may be variously misled and the reader with them, the story is never really confusing. Gradually and inexorably, as with any good detective-fantasy-mystery story, the truth emerges.

The original deceptions are all part of a deliberate plot schemed by a brilliant woman scientist overwhelmed by a desire to avenge herself on a fiance who has spurned her, and they are multiplied by other characters with schemes of their own. They’re further multiplied because the scientist has found ways to alter human beings, to transform them physically—but not mentally—into replicas of each other, so characters may not be perfectly certain, at a given moment, whether the person with them is an original or a more malevolent facsimile. This makes for considerable irony and suspense, a story taking place in a world of mirror images where nothing may be what it seems. Yet for the reader, what is happening is always clear - if not accurate—and how a character feels and thinks about it is always what the reader knows first of all. So there’s a considerable range of experience explored here, and characters who vary from bright and brassy to solemn and pompous. There is less eroticism than one might expect, but the story does crucially involve transgendered transformations and the pointed revenge of a woman scorned in love, so readers of A.S.S. won’t feel disappointed. In short, in plain language, for a variety of reasons this is a good read.

Most extraordinary perhaps is that this novel is a first production of a new and talented writer, one with an special gift for dialogue that sounds spoken by real people and narrative that remains economical—there is nothing arbitrary or dithering, padded or merely amusing filling out the novel’s length. It’s long because it needs to be.

And it’s entirely the author’s. At early stages I advised on routine matters like narrative format, queried conceivable contradictions, and as the story developed and his narrative strategy came clear, provided early comment. The novel’s intricate plan was hatched entirely inside the author’s imagination from the start, so there was little for me to do as various parts were written other than to encourage him to keep going, announce what I thought what was happening and be told "No, wait, you’ll see!" What was happening then always turned out to be both more surprising and yet more inevitable than I’d thought. That made it a fun read too.

So, this is an intricate narrative involving much deception and double-dealing, told by characters who don’t themselves necessarily know what is really happening as they speak. It is best enjoyed by being read in the order intended, if at all possible with no episodes skipped. I suggest you assemble it first, then plunge into its dark transmogrifications.

Part One is called "Hell Hath No Fury" and totals altogether about 124k. It sets out the first baffling consequence of the diabolical plot, as it is experienced by the main characters.

Part Two is called "The Birth of Nemesis" and is about 98k. It presents some of the antecedent action to Part One, as a "Prequel," making clearer that things in Part One were not at all what they seemed (nor even some things in Part Two). Mostly it explains how things in Part One came to pass.

Part Three is called "Kat O’ Nine Tales" and is nearly 500k long. It continues the story from where Parts One and Two left it, and is told altogether from the alternating points of view of each of the participants. By the end of Part Three you will finally know what has really been happening in Parts One and Two—and Three—and its outcome.

And you will have read an absorbing sci-fi-mystery-suspense-thriller with some memorable moments. The author (Darkside@nym.alias.net) already has another novel in mind, and with the right encouragement will share it with us. The right encouragement comes in the form of e-mail letting him know what you really think of this. He can handle and learn from negative comment, so don’t stint. Of course, praise is never inappropriate. :-) V.T.

 

Fury Saga        by: Darkside

 

BOOK 1: Hell Hath No Fury.

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,

Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned"

William Congreve 1670-1729

1. Prelude

The day was perfect, the sun shone in a brilliance that had seldom been seen in that part of the country. But then again it was the day I was supposed to get married. I say supposed because I wasn’t really in love with Elizabeth. It’s a shame I only really realised that fact as I got out of the wedding limousine. How would her family react, what about my family even, could I ever live down the shame of jilting her?

I am getting too far ahead of myself though so let’s begin at the beginning. Once upon a time..

No, that’s not right. Anyway it was about four years ago that my car had, had a puncture and the only spare tyre I had was in my wishful thinking. Debating whether to walk the 35 klicks to the nearest town or to wait for help wasn’t really an option as the temperature outside had to be in the minuses, and knowing my luck I would freeze to death before I got more than half way. So I waited, running the engine just to keep warm and watching the snow begin to fall in a soft but menacing way. Three hours later and my fuel ran out, and with night falling and with not a single car in sight things looked bleak. As darkness and cold came over me and I began to sink into unconsciousness my last thought was ‘What was that cartoon with the family who was trapped in a prehistoric world?’

I remember hearing a voice, a lady’s voice that seemed to sound as though from heaven. Its softly spoken eloquent tones warmed my heart and made me think that perhaps I had been good enough after all. The voice said ‘check his insurance’. It was at that moment in a blurry haze I saw her, radiant in a white coat and looking concerned. I needed to thank her for saving me and to express the feelings welling up inside of me but all that came out was ‘Uhhhh wher’

‘SShhh rest now’ that wonderful voice replied

Later much later (I was told around three days) I awoke saddened not to see my nightingale in the white coat but an elderly figure again in white. ‘Don’t Worry You’ll be out of here as soon as Dr Bexley gives her permission’

‘Dr Bexley?’

'Yes I believe you have sort of met. In fact if it hadn’t been for her you probably would have been dead by now’

So Dr Bexley was the nightingale’s name

‘I would very much like to thank Dr Bexley for saving me’

‘Of course—I will just go and see if she is free’

And with that the doctor went out.

An hour or so later there was a knock on the door.

‘Can I come in’ (Oh That Voice!)

‘Please’

In walked perhaps the most beautiful lady I had seen, She was about my age (27) and height (5’10), with long auburn hair that seemed to emit a golden glow all by its self. Blue eyes looked at me with concern whilst the lab coat did nothing to hide the slender,slyph like body underneath. As she walked into the room she seemed to glide with an almost aristocratic air.

‘How are you feeling’

‘Better’ I croaked (come closer please..)

She obeyed my thought and stood over me which gave me a better chance to study her face. Eyes, definitely blue but with an everso slight touch of gray. Nose Just right maybe just a little large, more Courtney Cox than Jennifer Aniston though. Lips full, the mouth was a little large but a wonderful pout. Oh Yes a cute spattering of tiny freckles to give that vulnerable little girl look.

‘I think you will be able to leave us in a day or so’

‘Great’(Can’t we make that a week!)

As she bent down to look at the various monitoring equipment I caught sight of two smallish but well formed breasts(I later found out 36C). I really MUST get to know this lady I thought.

‘This may seem forward but could I ask you out to dinner, to say thank you once I am out?’ I asked.

That face looked thoughtful ‘sure next Friday week, at the Italian about 8’ (yes yes yes yes!)

I am rambling on here. Anyway to cut a very long story short we just seemed to hit it off right away. If that voice was spellbinding her laugh would keep one trapped forever. Looking back on things I can see that something was just not quite right, yes she was beautiful, intelligent and her daddy owned the hospital she worked in but in those days I didn’t care. The Sex was great and her body was every bit as gorgeous as I had dreamed.

Six months Later she proposed to me, and knowing that I was unlikely to find anyone better I accepted.

During our engagement she did seem jealous if I even spoke to another lady but nothing too serious.

So here I was standing in front of the priest, in this glorious sunny day saying, ‘I’m sorry Elizabeth I can’t marry you. You are the most wonderful lady I have ever known but I don’t love you and I must tell you this to save your heartache later’

She sobbed great sobs and just kept repeating ‘You will marry me, you will marry me’ over and over.

Her parents looked at me with hate whilst mine just looked sad. As the Taxi took me away I wondered If I had made the right choice...

 

2. Blessing

Two Years, several jobs and a pointless relationship later I found myself touring the country looking for a place to finally settle down. I had finally decided a small town in the mid-west was about right and had begun to make a name for myself there.

Things were at last looking better. With the pain and anguish of Dr Elizabeth Bexley PhD behind me the only sour point was the lack of companionship. Six months later this too was resolved in the shape of Jane. How shall I describe darling Jane. Being honest she wasn’t in the same league as Elizabeth. Not ugly or plain by any means but she did lack her aristocratic beauty and of course her nightingale voice. What she did have though was a kind and graceful spirit that is so rare these days. As Forest Gump once said ‘we went together like peas and carrots’. I described Elizabeth in detail so I suppose I must now describe Jane. She was a little younger (28) than I was and a little smaller at 5’7. Her hair was short, bobbed raven black and coupled with green eyes gave her face a feline quality. Her body was firm, lithe and athletic but not overly muscled. Again I would have to say cat-like, and in fact she moved with a silence and grace that was almost panther like. Of course I nicknamed her ‘Kat’ which she seemed to enjoy, though because she regarded us as special we had agreed to wait to see if the ‘Kat’ could purr. But it was her inner heart that really appealed. She knew exactly how to handle me, when to give in, when to stand firm and most of all how to love.

Exactly one year after meeting her I proposed, which she accepted. I am standing here at the altar (again) waiting for my beloved. At this time I cannot but help feel sorry for Elizabeth, whose heart I broke so long ago. Wait, here comes my beloved Kat. What a wonderful dress. Look how it shows off her wonderful curves and how radiant she looks.

We married in a blur, that wonderful feeling you get when you know that you have actually done the right thing. When the priest pronounced us husband and wife the years of pain fell away like leaves in the fall. I was looking forward to our three week honeymoon in Egypt, a place she had always been attracted to (maybe it was cat in her?). After a long flight we collapsed into our hotel(5 star of course) too drained to consummate our union.

 

3. Curse

I awoke after what seemed a heavy sleep in my hotel room to find ‘Kat’ looking very concerned. Standing over me was a swarthy cop and what looked to be a doctor.

‘He seems to be none the worse for his abduction’ The doctor said (Abduction!!!!)

‘Thank God, Thank God you’re safe’ Kat cried.

‘What happened?’

‘You were abducted from the hotel a day ago when you went downstairs to try and order some champagne,’ The Policeman explained

‘That’s right our phone wasn’t working’

‘We think it was organ thieves but the doctor here says you are in fine health apart from a temperature which is understandable in the circumstances’

‘You’re back know and that’s all that matters’ cried my Kat

‘If we find out anything else we will be in touch’

And with that the cop and the doctor left

The next day I was feeling much worse, the slight fever had grown into a sweaty agonising malaise that permeated every part of me. My ever faithful wife gave me water at hourly intervals which did ease the dehydration somewhat but gave only temporary relief. Kat wanted to sleep in the same bed but I insisted she sleep apart because I didn’t want to disturb her rest as well, and besides it could be catching.

Morning came at last and with it a small parcel and a note.

‘This is strange. It is addressed to you,’ Kat said.

In my state I could only say ‘what’s it say’

She opened the parcel and a small bottle fell out, as did a letter.

Kat read the letter out loud.

‘Hello old friend and lover.  Remember me? I bet you do. I am the one whose life you completely destroyed three years ago when you left me. Oh sure the old ‘I can’t Marry you I don’t love you’ excuse may work on some but not on me.’

‘Elizabeth!’ I croaked.

‘Just In case you haven’t told your darling Kat about me, my name is Dr Elizabeth Bexley and I was engaged to your husband about three years ago. He jilted me at the altar on the best day of my life. After that I fell apart, and if it wasn’t for my family I think I would have killed myself in grief and dispair. So angry was my father about your actions he sold his hospital and used the money to plough into vengeance on you and any woman who would be your wife.

You may remember the last thing I said to you when you walked out.

It was ‘You will Marry Me’.

I knew that wedlock was out of the question as it is impossible to force anyone to love, but I also had to make those words come true. Another meaning to the word Marry is to become one with, and that is the direction from which my vengeance would come. But I am digressing. My father and I ploughed millions into research into a drug which will re-write the DNA of whatever it was introduced to, and three years later we succeeded. The reason why you are feeling so unwell is the withdrawal symptoms of a narcotic which we injected into you.

‘She’s mad’ Kat breathed in terror.

‘Go on’ I croaked.

‘The only thing that can relieve these symptoms are the pills which are enclosed in this parcel.’

‘Give me one now’ I rasped,

‘Not yet—she goes on’ Kat replied distantly as if in dread.

‘These pills contain ten doses of my DNA drug that will cause a change in you after each pill. I thought for ages trying to work out what DNA would replace your own. I did consider Kat’s DNA, and up until a few days ago intended that you would slowly turn into your wife. The conflict of the needs of your addiction against the horror of becoming your wife would be my vengeance.’

‘It was then I thought of those last words of mine. I had thought of giving Kat the drug and she would become me, but where is the punishment in that. Therefore the DNA contained in those pills is my own. So in its own horrible way you will marry me by becoming me. My legs, My body, yes even my breasts and vagina will become your own.’

A gasp of horror came from Kat, her voice trembled as she read the rest.

‘You will find it impossible to resist the pangs for this drug as your body becomes slowly weaker each hour it is without it. If I know you, around two days is the most you will be able to stand without taking a pill.’

‘There is one glimmer of hope for you. You have 10 days after taking the final pill to find the antidote, if you manage it you will become yourself again, if not then I am afraid that you will find my reflection very familiar.’

‘I am deeply sorry for Kat but maybe she will meet another more deserving man when this is all over because sadly you will no longer be one.’

Dr Elizabeth Bexley(the original).

‘No no no no no’ was all that Kat was saying

‘It’s a bluff—she’s completely mad’ I said. Pure force of will had given me strength.

‘What if she isn’t ‘

‘She must be because if she’s telling the truth our life together is over before it has even begun’

‘Don’t say that. I love you for you not the body you have’

‘Yeah right—what about me? I love you I waited a year to have you. I am male I was born Male and I was meant to marry you’

‘You can adjust’

‘No I can’t. You’re used to having tits. How would you feel if the position was reversed?’

‘I don’t know, but the question is moot until we know for sure’

‘How?’

‘Take one of the pills’

‘What!’

My body cried out for a tablet but my mind resisted with all my will. But it was a one sided battle.

‘OK let me choose one’ Kat Offered

On closer inspection each pill had a tiny number from 1-10 on it.

They were white and resembled aspirin. ‘I think number three is a good place to start’

‘Not one?’ She said

‘No that’s too obvious—pass me the water’ I asked Kat

I swallowed the pill.

Almost straight away the symptoms subsided and I felt normal again.

‘Lets go to bed’ Kat said seductively

As she stripped off I saw her naked for the first time, her perfectly shaped form with its curvy hips and breasts that jutted proud from her athletic body. My passion grew as she lay down beside me.

As she kissed me, her breast touched my chest, inviting me to stroke it, but as soon as I felt it’s warm firmness I recoiled.

‘What’s up—not woman enough for you?’ she whispered

‘That’s the trouble I keep thinking about what it would be like to own a pair I said’

‘Come on You’ve waited a year for me’

‘Ok I’ll try’

As my hand stroked her smooth,shapely form she began to stroke my back, which sent tingles down my spine. As she placed my hands on her heaving bosom and I felt their warm firmness I again thought of feeling them on me.

‘It’s no good’ I said.

‘What’ she whispered.

‘Here I am with the woman I love and have waited a year for and nothing. I feel utterly cold and very un-sexy’

‘Why’

‘I don’t know I’m trying but I just can’t seem to be able to concentrate or even get excited’

‘She’s probably bluffing’ Kat Said

‘I know but I guess I’m not a great lover when I’m sick’

‘Let’s try again’

‘Ok’ I said

I stared at her chest,heaving away and at her nipples which were erect, and went to start over. But it was no good. Not so much of a spark.

‘I’m sorry I just can’t help thinking about it’

After that we could no longer be passionate about each other. That horrible curse hung over us like the sword of Damocles.

‘She must have been bluffing’ Kat said. "You seem fine now.

I awoke with pins and needles around four am

‘Kat, wake up’

‘What?’

‘I have pins and needles’

‘What?’

‘I think it’s the drug..’

‘Probably just slept funny’ Kat groaned

Groggily I got up and limped sleepily to the bathroom. Through a sleepy haze I was sure that one leg was much thinner than the other. ‘KAT!’

She came into the bathroom took one look and screamed.

That had the effect of waking me from my slumber. I stared down at my right leg. Still in my dreamy state, I couldn’t help but admire the smooth, muscular thigh that did seem to go on forever. As my eyes moved down my leg they went past a delicate kneecap and onto a long thin and shapely ankle. My right foot was much smaller than my left, with delicate and dainty feminine toes. I wiggled my right foot and this masterpiece of a womanly limb moved with it. I felt an erection grow as I looked down at a wonderful womanly leg.

Somehow this leg looked familiar, but it wasn’t until I noticed a small mole on the calf muscle that I remembered that Elizabeth had one just the same

‘Noo,’ I sobbed, ‘its true’

I went to the sink and used the cold water treatment to fully wake myself and looked at my right leg again, this time in more detail. Sitting on the bath, I stretched it out, still amazed that this shapely limb was attached to my body.

I looked at the delicate foot, which was about size 7. The big toe-nail was slightly square. If I remembered correctly Elizabeth had the same. My hands moved up over the smooth thin ankle and up to the gently curving foreleg. Again my hand rested upon the knee, which blended into the leg itself. My eyes and hand moved over the slim muscular thigh, and turning it over noticed how the tendons pulled the calf muscles into a taut curve. The mole was still there, which meant I hadn’t been dreaming, and furthermore meant that I now had a woman’s leg.

‘My God!’ Kat spoke for the first time. ‘It’s true. What can we do now?’

‘I don’t know but how can I possibly cope with this?’ And at this I pinched my new leg hoping it would revert back. But all that happened was that it hurt.

‘Try and get some rest—we will talk in the morning’ Kat said.

‘Fat chance! I don’t know how you can be so calm when your husband is slowly going to turn into his ex-fiancee.’

‘We don’t know that! And even so, I told you I love you for you.

Now go to sleep.’

I went back to bed but hardly got any sleep. My hand was constantly feeling the smooth shapely limb that I had now got.

 

4. Addiction.

For a single moment when I awoke I thought it had all been a horrible dream, and indeed I still thought that until the sight of a smooth, firm thigh greeted me as I stood up.

‘It’s a good job that Elizabeth was the same height—otherwise walking would have been difficult’ Kat joked.

‘How can you be so insensitive?’ I shouted.

‘I’m only trying to look on the positive side.’

That day my temperature returned, but determined not to let it spoil our day, we went out. ‘I can’t wear these anymore,’ I sobbed as I threw out my swimming trunks and shorts. So I put on my light brown pants, thankfully it wasn’t until I bent or sat down the full shapeliness of my leg was revealed and even then you would really have to look. After all, how many men walk around with masculine and feminine legs?

About 2pm my fever got worse and we had to make our way back from the busy marketplace to the hotel. I collapsed on the bed exhausted both physically and mentally.

‘It’s starting again I can feel it’

‘Resist it’

‘I’m OK for the moment but I don’t know about tomorrow.’

Night came. I went into a fitful,painful sleep. The next day was a haze of pain, fear, and an ever-present, nagging desire for one of the pills.

‘Maybe we should try and find her,’ Kat said. ‘She must be able to change you back.’

‘She is so far over the edge that I don’t think she would listen. Anyway I suspect she has changed her appearance anyway. She could be anyone by now’.

‘What makes you say that?’

‘If you were going to create a doppleganger of yourself there is always the possibility that the other you could wreck your life as revenge’

‘So she could be anyone and long gone’

‘Yep,’ I coughed, my resistance failing.

My sleep that night was even worse as I drifted in and out of consciousness. My only relief came from Kat who loyally stayed by my side giving me water and trying to reduce my temperature with a cold, wet cloth.

Morning came and I felt much better.

‘So it was a bluff. If I stick it out for three days the symptoms go away,’ I called gleefully. ‘I can live with a single female leg, as my testosterone will soon cause it to look normal again.’ I was feeling euphoric.

‘Kat,Kat, come here! I feel much better! We did it!,’ I shouted.

Kat came in looking pale, drawn and terribly guilty.

‘I...I’m sorry,’ she sobbed

‘What for? I feel normal again.’

‘Your pulse was almost gone and I thought you were going to die, so I had to.’ She sobbed.

I felt as though I had been kicked in the gut. No, she wouldn’t, couldn’t.

‘I didn’t take a pill’

‘Yes you did. I gave it to you’

‘WHAT!!’

‘You were dying! I had to!’

‘You stupid bitch, Elizabeth wouldn’t let me die. That would be too easy an escape. What number did you give me?’

‘Four.’

‘how long ago?’

‘About four hours.’

‘I can’t believe you did this, this is exactly what SHE wanted to happen she knew you loved me too much to let me suffer, she knew that you would give in. She knew that it was by your hand you would make me a woman. Get away. Leave me for a while.’

‘OK, only until you cool down,’ and with that she went out of the door.

I got up to go to the toilet and wondered if this was the last time I would be able to go standing up. After going through the motions I felt well enough to go out and I really needed a walk. I didn’t know how long it would take the pill to have an effect so I decided that It would be better to wait until I knew what part of Elizabeth I would acquire. I didn’t have to wait long.

As I walked back to the bed my left leg suddenly went weak at the knee and I crashed to the floor. Underneath the material of my pants I could see the flesh rippling as muscles were being reshaped. Ripping off my pants I saw the now familiar womanly thigh being formed on my other leg. Pins and Needles shot through my body as bones and sinew began to reshape. My toes seemed to melt into my foot only to re-emerge much smaller. The foot began to ripple as tendons and muscles reshaped into another size 7 foot, the pain increased as the flesh on my foreleg began to bubble. Slowly but surely the shape of my right leg was being mirrored on my left.

The pain subsided as did the morphing of my? leg. I looked with disbelief at two wonderful, shapely and very feminine legs. At that moment Kat burst in ‘crying ‘I’m sorry!’ She took one look at my now very female legs and said ‘Thank God it was only your leg that was changed.’

‘What! here I am with legs that could grace any catwalk and no end in sight until I become my ex-fiancee. How can you be thankful?’

‘What if your dick had changed? At least now we can still consummate our union.’

‘Sex is the last thing I want to think about right now’

‘We might not have another chance’

‘I don’t care! Every time I look at you I think about what I am becoming and who did it to me, I imagine what it will be like to have breasts and ...’

‘Being a woman isn’t so bad. I told you we can adjust to this’

‘OK right, imagine that you are being forced little by little into something that you are not, have no experience of and still retaining your identity. That is what I am going thru. In any case how would you feel being in a lesbian relationship?’

‘As long as it was you I wouldn’t care. In fact if have a pair of garters with me, if you would like to try them on, they really would show off your new pins quite magnificently, and they do turn me on’

‘Fuck off’

‘Face it you are becoming a woman and there is nothing we can do apart from learn to live with it, and it starts with you trying on some garters’

‘FUCK OFF’

This started a coughing fit. I couldn’t believe the change in Kat! Here she was actually saying that me turning into Elizabeth was a good thing. I did think she had a point but then she wasn’t the one sitting here with two very un-masculine legs. Well she was but she had, had un-masculine legs all her life.

‘No Sex, not now I feel very drained I must go to bed.’

‘OK The offer of the garters is still open’

I knew she was joking this time so I just stuck my tongue out and went to bed.

Of course the next day my temperature came back and I felt well enough to examine my new leg further. It was exactly the same shape as my right but I did notice that a scar that Elizabeth had on her left knee from a cycling accident was not on mine.

‘Why is that’ Kat Said

‘It’s because genetically I have Elizabeth’s legs. Scars aren’t genetic so therefore I don’t have one. The mole is so I do’

 

5. Self-Control.

The next day and the fever was back. I had begun to notice a pattern. During the second day the fever was at its height particularly during the night and would become worse after that. I also knew that Elizabeth wouldn’t intentionally allow me to die, but my body must eventually become so wracked with pain that either Kat or myself would administer the pill. I also judged that my body wasn’t being given enough time to recover. If we pushed the limits of my endurance it made death thru physical trauma a distinct possibility. This meant I had about another twelve hours before I would start to lapse into potentially lethal fever. Kat had obviously been thinking the same.

‘What are we going to do’ I said

Kat said, ‘We must now have a plan of action. The letter stated that you would have ten days after fully becoming Elizabeth to find the antidote. This means that she must be waiting to send something that would give you a clue to its location.’

‘That follows. Hang on a minute! Are you suggesting you let me turn into Elizabeth and then zoom off hoping to find a cure that may or may not exist.’

‘Yes’

‘I detest these,’ and I pointed to my legs, now crossed. For an instant I lusted after the curves of thigh over thigh and the smooth shapes before my eyes. I realised that these ‘dream’ legs were actually mine. That stopped my lust dead in its tracks. ‘How do think I’m going to feel when breasts start bobbing up and down after every step, how do you think I’ll feel when I reach down to get my dick out of my pants to piss and meet only warm,moist flesh,’ I continued.

‘It could be fun,’ Kat said

‘What could?’

‘You know girls together and all that’

‘KAT!’

‘I know I said we had to wait, because we are special. But some honeymoon is better than none!’

‘I suppose...’ I agreed

‘I was serious about making love last night’

‘So was I but I just don’t seem to be able to,’ I said despondantly.

‘Anyway, sex from the other perspective would improve our sex enormously when you get changed back’

‘Yeeessss.’ Again passive agreement and then the impact as to what I was agreeing to hit me.

‘WAIT A SEC I DON’T WANT TO BE A WOMAN’ I shouted at her

‘Look lets be rational here. Let me outline my thoughts to you, so keep quiet and listen’ Kat said

‘OK but I still don’t like it’

‘LISTEN!’ she hissed

‘One. The antidote cannot be outside of Egypt,’ Kat stated in a lecture tone of voice.

‘Why?’

‘Whose passport do you have?’

‘Mine’

‘Whose photo is on the front?’

‘Ah I see, I cannot leave the country as Elizabeth because I won’t have Elizabeth’s passport and visa.’

‘Exactly’

‘But what if she mails them to us when all the pills are gone?’

‘That is the only flaw but that brings me to the second point’

‘Pretty big flaw, So I have ten days to find an antidote that could in fact be anywhere on the planet otherwise it’s hello girls’

‘Two. Elizabeth must be in Egypt’ said Kat patiently

‘Why?’

‘Where better to gloat over her handiwork, look at the post mark on this parcel’

‘So it’s local. A hospital will buy a lot of minions’

‘She’s out for revenge remember’

‘OK, I’ll go along with that one’

I checked my watch just under 10 hours to go.

‘Lots of time left’ Kat said

‘Three. She wants you to suffer so that must mean she must be nearby to watch but to give you enough hope not to give up the search once the ten days have started. This means the antidote must be real’

‘OK You’ve convinced me But I still despise the thought of being a woman and I will fight it with every fibre of my being. I don’t go along with just taking all the pills in the hope that she will give us enough of a clue to revert me back. I AM going to fight this.’ I stated it as though my life depended on it, which it did.

‘I am now coming onto that. I will not let you get to the point where you are in danger of death because your poor body cannot cope with the stress. Therefore I will give you a pill whenever you start to lapse into coma’.

‘The thought of more of me being like THIS repulses me, but let me choose when to take a pill. ‘At the ‘this’ I again gestured to my legs(Thigh over Thigh, STOP IT).

‘I had been thinking along the same lines’ I admitted.

‘OK I will agree but if you try to hold out past a danger point I will override and force you to take one.’

So by current reckoning I had....Let me see...9 hours left until the next pill, that means there will be seven pills left. At two days a pill that gives me just over fourteen days before I am Elizabeth Bexley. However at what point will I be female, when breasts grow, when I have a vagina, womb or is gender just a state of mind? Ten days after that will mean either happily ever after or.. No, the other is just too unthinkable.

Kat said, ‘Plenty of time—just under a month to E day.’

How does Kat know what I am thinking? Women’s intuition?

‘Listen I want to go for a walk to see if anyone saw anything a few days ago’, I know I should have gone earlier but this has knocked us all out of sorts’ Kat said and with this she went out of the room.

Alone, with only five hours to go before the pain really started, I started to think logically.

If I can last two days with after taking one pill maybe taking two pills will extend it past a week. Some of the drug must still be left in me after the changes in order to stop the fever. So now three days was the most I went without, and that was the limit and I become very uncomfortable after two and half days. So if I take two pills then I should be able to last at least five days, maybe even six. Which means that my total male time remaining would be 7 * 2=14, or if I took two pills and they lasted me five days it would be 7/2=3.5 pills multiplied by 5 equals 17.5 days which buys me 3 and a half extra days.

Three hours later and Kat had not yet returned. Well what have I got left to lose I thought. Your dick for a start came the reply from inside me.

I will take two pills to see if I can overload the drug to extend the time I have available.

Let me think. Pills three and four gave me her legs, so which ones won’t give me tits and a cunt. I didn’t know how Elizabeth would number the pills so I taking a glass of water and trying not to spill any as the fever was beginning to get a grip on my I took pills’ five and six in quick succession.

I erupted in spasm only to pass out

Five hours later A very concerned Kat was standing over me

‘What did you do, You took one didn’t you’

‘No, two,’ and I explained my reasoning to her

‘You stupid idiot ‘she shrieked, ‘Can’t you see the narcotic is adjusting your thought patterns and probably your maths to allow it to fool you into speeding up the transformation. That’s how Elizabeth was to stop you from dying, by making the drug seduce you into giving your body enough time to rest by making you take a multiple dose.’

‘What have I done’ I sobbed.

‘How long?’

‘About five hours’

‘Can I stay and watch?’ she asked with a curious look.

‘You are sick!’

‘No just curious,’ she said with a mischievous grin.

At that moment I was kicked in the gut by a mule, at least it felt like that. My mouth started to froth as I convulsed in pain. Wave after wave of mule kicks made me lose consciousness.

I awoke sometime later. ‘Which bit,’ I rasped’

‘That was amazing! I have never seen anything like it’ Kat said.

I reached for my dick and the relief of finding him still there was immeasurable. I then reached up to feel for breasts but all that met my hands my smooth skin. Phew no tits! Wait a minute. Smooth Skin!

I stood up and dashed to a mirror.

What greeted me there was a shock—round but firm muscular shoulders sat above a smooth hairless, slim form. They were the kind of shoulders that came from lots of time in the gym, but not macho in any shape of form.There were no breasts or hips to emphasise the womanly shape, but the rounded, sylph form of Elizabeth’s body stared back at me.

‘No no no what was I thinking!" I sobbed’

Kats fingers traced the lines of my now womanly shoulder blades.

I recoiled away

‘I thought you took two pills’ she said

‘I did’

‘But only one thing changed’

This is a pretty big thing I sobbed’ I noticed for the first time how my belly seemed to go in, forming a tight, muscled flat stomach.

‘At least your navel has stayed the same, although the shape of your stomach makes it smaller and much more cute’ Kat Stated.

‘Navels aren’t genetic remember’

I ran my hand over the smooth skin of my new body. This sent tingles down my spine and once again I felt aroused. However, seeing those curved, rounded shoulders, flat stomach, and flat, thin hairless chest soon turned me off.

‘What is up with me. How can I be a normal woman if I catch myself ogling my legs and body?’ I just noticed my collarbone was more visible now and seemed to want to try and connect to thankfully non-existent breasts.

‘You took two pills. You must have another part to go’

‘No way! I need to go bad ‘ I said.

Sitting on the toilet looking down at my sylph shaped body I wondered where and how it was going to end. I actually knew where it was going to end. Me ending up being female, but the other issue was how Kat would react to sleeping with a woman. The thought of even kissing a man caused me almost to vomit.

Wait a minute! PAIN! crunch of bone!, I looked down I my shapely, firm thighs only to notice that my hips were suddenly much smaller.

‘Kat’ I gasped and I rolled off the seat.

She rushed in. ‘Oh my God’ she screamed.

The flesh was rippling around my hips whilst inside me several rhinos were trying to escape. I clutched my abdomen in pain.

‘Ahhh my belly!’ I sobbed.

‘That must be your womb forming.’

The flesh movements were subsiding where I could see them, but the sensation from my ass had increased.

‘Turn round,’ Kat Said and she showed me the view of my rear in the mirror my buttocks were re-forming, becoming tighter, smaller and much, much more feminine. The rippling stopped. Nice ass, I thought, but the rhinos reminded me that it was now mine.

I stood up still weak and sweaty. Thankfully the rhinos had stopped. Which gave me time to examine the changes. In front of the full length mirror stood a very peculiar sight -- a titless, pussyless woman stood in front with muscular arms and a very non-feminine face. Smooth graceful curves went from my rounded shoulders past my chest and dipped in at just the right point. My hips caused the classic hourglass figure whilst my long legs now seemed to be far more at home curving gracefully into my hips.

The taut muscular stomach now blended into a bulge in the pubic area which I with horror assumed must be my womb. Turning round I saw how my ass was firmer, much more shaped, and indeed would probably have won ‘rear of the year’. Each cheek was delicately shaped with just enough curve to cause yet another curve from my the small of my back to ass.

‘Oh no no no no no,’ I sobbed. ‘Apart from a few bits I am a woman now.’ More sobbing as I broke down in tears.

‘Don’t be silly you may have curves in all the right places now but look you are still male. You still have a dick, your face is hardly girlish, and not many women have arms as hairy as yours,’

Kat tried to console me

‘You don’t understand! If I have a womb it now means that I am producing female hormones which will cause me to grow breasts and become more ladylike’

‘Yes but your testosterone will fight that and tests have shown that testosterone will cancel out any excess female hormones.’

‘How did you know that?’

‘What? You think I never I read anything before?’

‘Sorry, look I am really stressed about this. I thought I could cope until this change. This is the point of no return. I must try and adjust, but I find I cannot. I look in the mirror or at my legs and see HER, not me, HER.’

Kat hugged me and her fingers ran comforting circles around the small of my back. I could feel her breasts heaving against my smooth skin and again the moment was spoiled as I pulled away.

‘What?’ she said

‘I’m sorry I loathe anything female now. I feel your breasts against my chest and imagine waking up to find I’ve got them too, you deciding you cannot live with me, me trying to fit in being a woman but failing. Look at this.’

I stood up and walked across the room. I was aware of my hips swaying but tried to put it out of my mind.

‘See the REAL Elizabeth walked with such grace and posture that she seemed to float, but look at me—I just waddle. I’m an in-between trapped now between two worlds and I just want my old life back’

‘With that figure you look more in my camp than yours’ Kat said.

‘I know’ I sobbed.

‘Look, let’s get some sleep. I still want to sleep with you and if it helps you can wear my black teddy and garters. I know that turns men on, me as well thinking about it.’

‘We’ve had this conversation before’

‘Yes but not when the chances of you being able to make love to me properly have dropped from ten to one to six to one.

‘Just let me rest—this is the worst day of my life.’ I was feeling utterly tired and again my normal healthy desires were out to lunch.

I awoke early morning much refreshed and decided to venture outside. I tried on one of my old shirts but it was now far too loose, and hung on my new body like and old sack. A T-shirt was no good as it showed every curve of my new shape, and although I once again looked lustfully at the body under that shirt reality soon struck back. Pants were another problem. My normal size didn’t fit anymore and even when the belt was fastened as tight as it would go they still either looked ridiculous or extremely baggy.

Kat had been watching my ‘fashion show’ with some concern but also she was a little amused.

‘Do you want to try something of mine?’

‘No that would be giving in to what is happening to me, the moment I try on women’s clothes I am admitting what I am becoming and that I refuse to do.’

‘Dressing up can be fun’ Kat Said

‘Maybe put I can’t pass as a woman even if I wanted to. My hair is too short,my hands too big, and...and why am I even thinking this?’

‘Because you are trying to adapt to your situation and are willing to give it a try’

‘LISTEN’ I hissed.

‘What?’

‘I will repeat again. I will resist this with all my might. I am facing a craving for something that will destroy our life together. I cannot give in to it,’ I added with passion.

‘Fair enough. Do you want me to see what I can buy for you? I need to take your measurements.’

‘I know them waist 36, inside leg..’

‘No your new measurements with a body that shape. Now I have to take hip and waist’

‘OK’ I said defeated.

‘Let me see waist 24’ hips 36’ At least Elizabeth is perfectly proportioned’

‘Remember nothing female, no skirts, no leotards’

‘This IS Egypt. It is not done for a lady to show her legs or ankles in public, so I will buy pants for you.’

An hour later she was back carrying a couple of bags. ‘Here try these on,’ and she threw me a pair of stretch jeans. ‘These are women’s jeans,’ I protested’

‘You have a women’s body shape now, men’s just won’t fit now’

I reluctantly put them on and did them up. The first thing I noticed was how much a bulge my dick made in them, but I had no desire to see that go. Turning round I saw my ass, well, Elizabeth’s ass in these tight jeans, and as I looked in the full length mirror I again thought ‘God She looks good in those.’

‘Look cute don’t you’ Kat said

Again my lust was jolted back to reality. ‘Why do I fancy myself every time I look in the mirror?’

‘That’s easy, it’s because inside you are a normal hetro-male even though the outside is beginning to look decidedly the opposite. Try these on,’ and Kat threw me a shirt and some sandals.

The shirt tried to hide my curves but it would be obvious to anyone who looked closely that men shouldn’t have curves where I had. The sandals were the most satisfactory thing. It was only the size of my feet that gave anything away.

Fully clothed for the first time in days, I ventured outside, the sunlight was bright and the day gloriously hot. We did the normal things tourists do in Egypt pyramids and Sphinx tombs, and for two glorious days it seemed as though nothing had happened. Yes, my new body got some strange looks from the more observant. I still refused to sleep with Kat as I knew that sooner or later more drastic changes would occur. The sex situation was not helped by my distinct lack of sex drive.

Don’t think for a minute I had accepted my fate. I detested every waggle of hip, every curve, every part of my new body. I had to go along for Kat’s sake. I must say though that she has been taking it very well, but I hate to think what will happen later on. Kat stated her disbelief that I was still in denial over this but then I am who I am or should that be I am who I was. Still, seize the day.

In fact the fever hadn’t returned after the third day and it looked as though my theory was right. Kat Suggested that it was because my body needed time to recuperate and that the fever wouldn’t return until it was safe to do so.

‘If it does I am taking two at a time again, these past few days were the best I have felt since it all began’ I said to Kat

‘No I want you male as long as I can! How can you be so selfish? I have needs too you know.’

Two more days passed, which made a total of five days in which I felt OK.

‘I’m bushed’ I said.

‘Me too, want to go to bed?’

‘Sleep yes, Sex no’

‘I can’t wait forever you know, neither can you!. I may be able to fondle you and caress you when you are Elizabeth but you won’t be able to screw me’

‘Please I must deal with this in my own way’

‘You haven’t been dealing with it at all. Everytime it is ‘I can’t cope’, ‘being a woman is worse than being dead’, ‘how can I fancy myself ‘or ‘No I won’t screw you because I remind you of what you may/are becoming’

‘I waited a year to sleep with you. Can’t you wait a little longer’

‘Any longer and we will be sharing Tampons,’ and with that she stormed off.

Sitting in bed looking at my shapely legs, the curve of my hips and slenderness of body I realised that I had been selfish and that I would make it up to her when she returned.

The next morning the fever returned but Kat was nowhere to be found. I was too unwell to venture out, and in any case if I left the room she might come back, get the wrong idea, and then leave, this time for good. So I stayed put.

Room service delivered dinner but again no Kat, so I ate in silence and pain. About 10pm I crashed out. Morning came and with it the now familiar cravings. A thought popped into my head—take a pill that’ll show her. But I was wise now to this Narcotics trick, and stubbornly refused to give in.

Six pm and still no Kat, and this time I could bear it no more. Taking a class of water I swallowed pill number seven. The pill seemed a little larger than the others, and I had to take two goes to get it down. Now I just wait.

I looked into the jar and saw only FOUR pills left. Quickly I tipped them out and counted them. Pill’s ten,nine,one,two where was eight? The extra large pill! Eight must have been stuck to seven.

‘Oh fuck,fuck,fuck,Oh Kat Where are you...’

Three hours later and still no Kat and no changes. This meant that I would know what parts of me were to change in the next three hours. The fever subsided after another half hour. I sat on the bed completely naked just waiting for the inevitable.

There was no pain, just an ache in my arms. As I tried to write a sorry note I dropped the pen on the floor. Reaching out for it with my left hand I noticed slender fingers on an even more delicate hand, a surgeon’s hand. As I noticed this the hairs on my left arm fell out and muscles began to reshape into a more delicate form. I saw that my elbow now had that cute little dimple that Elizabeth had. My left arm was now much more in line with the rest of me. The muscles seemed to flow much more gracefully into my rounded shoulders, and my hand and nails were just as I remembered Elizabeth’s to be. I was so taken in by the changes that had occurred to my left arm it wasn’t until I put a hand to feel it’s smooth, soft skin that I realised that BOTH my arms had changed.

I had to think rationally, I had dodged a bullet so to speak this time but the countdown to cunt time was getting shorter, where was Kat?

(OK THINK!!)

There were ten pills and there are now four left, six parts of me now resembled those of Dr Elizabeth Bexley which means that each limb and body part must be a pill.

Pill inventory time..

Pill’s three and four had given me her legs (Thigh Over Thigh again NO) -- Pills five and six gave me these wretched curves and a womb—Pills’ seven and eight(by mistake) gave me her slender arms. This must mean that one of the remaining pills must change my face, neck, and my god voice! I had admired that voice for years. (Concentrate..)

One must be the coup-de-grace—the one that condemns me to womanhood. The next two, of course a breast each. But which was which?

The next day to my horror the fever returned. Kat was right—it was the drug that determined how long it took for withdrawal symptoms to show, not the amount of pills taken. Kat where are you Kat.

My body had gone through some major changes but arms were minor so it figures that the only large one left was my head and dick. I cannot now think straight as the fever hits in waves.

I lay on the bed calling Kat’s name but still she did not come. Some hours later I had to take another pill but which one, My limbs came in pairs so breasts must come in pairs of pills as well that means, shit both nine and ten and one and two are pairs never mind I must take one. Taking the glass of water I shut my eyes and popped a pill into my mouth and swallowed it. Quickly counting the three pill’s remaining showed me that I had swallowed number nine.

Seven hours after taking pill nine and just after I though that must be a dud my head felt as though it was being hit by a very large brick. I rushed to the mirror.

Through the pain I realised that I last I was going to LOOK like my ex-fiancee. I couldn’t speak and my head was in a whirl. Bones crunch! and my face is now oval in shape, my normal square chin gone, replaced by a rounder, softer one.

My womanly hands clutch at my nose as I can feel it reshape and form HERS.

Pain in my gums indicate that my teeth are being reshaped whilst my lips reform to form HER pout. In a moment of calm I notice my ears look different, they are HER ears.

I go blind for what seems an eternity as stabbing pains shoot through my eyeballs. When I blurrily look in the mirror I saw my once brown eyes are definitely blue with a touch of gray. My normally thickish eyebrows now form a frame for a lovely yet terribly familiar face. I pull at my hair which is now growing auburn at the roots as my entire scalp itches. I can now speak but the voice is not my own. Somewhere Elizabeth is calling ‘no no no’ The full lips in the mirror match the sound and I now OWN that voice.

The hair by now has grown until is reaches my shoulders and it’s strange sensation on my curved form adds yet more pain. The hair is matted by sweat but there is no doubt that I now look exactly like Elizabeth.

I see delicate hands move up to the full pouting lips. (Thats strange—I can feel hands on my mouth). They move to the oval, high cheekboned face and trace the contours with a finger(that’s even odder why is there no stubble?).

‘No this can’t be me’ Elizabeths voice says again the lips in the mirror match the words After what seems like hours I begin to realise that any pretence of being a man died with that pill. Breasts and even a pussy can be hidden but a face like this, not a chance.

The full impact of the changes over the past few weeks came to me at that moment. I had been kidding myself this was how I was going to look now and Kat had been right we should have made the most of it but where is she?

But I was/AM a man how could I let Elizabeth do this do me?

As I sat naked, feeling my new hair brush against my shoulders, despair began to weigh on me. My life, my marriage was over. Kat in spite of all her platitudes had no real desire to sleep with a woman, she was no lesbian. But what was I? I could never fancy a man and the thought of even kissing one recoiled. I still fancied women. Yes, I know that lesbian relationships can be sexually satisfying. But I am man! My instincts are to penetrate not be penetrated.

I noticed that Kat had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge, and I opened it with much difficulty (of course I was stronger when I had MY arms).

Several glasses later I was feeling much worse, not drunk, depressed, and I just wanted to end it, the whole thing. Let me be a woman—I don’t care anymore..

Staring at the pill jar and the glass the choice was easily made. Pills’ one and ten followed quickly after each other and as I sank down into a fitful sleep I dreamed of better days when I knew which bathroom to go in.

Morning came and I awoke I thought I heard Kat return. I leapt out of bed but instantly regretted it as two large breasts bounced heavily on my chest.

I did what any right thinking man would do. I screamed.

Gingerly I put a womanly hand to my right breast. Its warm, sensitive firmness surprised me. I had felt tits before but never on me. It’s weight surprised me as did exactly how sensual it felt. Gingerly I took my hand away and it flopped back down again, causing a strange sensation. I studied them in more detail than was perhaps healthy, but these were MY breasts and it was not natural for a man to have them.

They jutted out from my chest as though they wanted to be separate from me, their round shapes forming a definite cleavage. The nipples were pink but small and the areolas were a darker color. Again my hand touched a nipple and it almost made me jump at the sensation. The nipples began to swell, and in fact if this was a woman, I would have to say a woman in arousal. But then again the swelling in my jeans must mean something. Anyway, going back to my breasts I rubbed them with another hand and let out a small whimper.

‘Steady on, you’ll wear them out’ Kat said.

This brought me back to me senses. ‘Oh Kat,’ I said. ‘I’ve been so stupid. I’m sorry I said all those things’

‘The thing about sharing Tampons I’m sorry too’

I broke down in tears. ‘With these I am a woman now’ and I pointed to my breasts which now hung down, jutting away from my womanly body.

‘Are you a proper woman or just a she-male?’

‘She-male?’

‘Yes it means you have womanly everything apart from the pussy, the vagina.’

‘I that case I am a she-male’

‘Let me look at you properly, come over here’

I walked over to her (did these things ever stay still!)

‘Judging by the way you look, Elizabeth was even more beautiful than you told me. How could you have ever left her for me. I am dowdy in comparison.’

‘You are the most kind, beautiful woman I have ever met. Elizabeth, yes had beauty, money and all the thing’s society looks for but I didn’t love her and that was the most important thing’

‘So you don’t regret jilting her for me?’

‘My heart says no, but after all this I don’t know. Being married to someone you don’t love is bad enough but BEING the person you don’t love is much worse.

‘Come over and stand in front of the mirror’ Kat said.

‘I know what and who I look like. My tits should make that obvious’

‘Come over here!,Who do you see?’

I obeyed her and stood in front of the mirror. I was familiar by now with all the curves and smooth shapes that assaulted my mind and my senses. What I wasn’t prepared for was just how female having breasts makes one look. They were still there of course, hanging from my chest. I realised that I was correct in thinking that my collarbone served to almost set a frame for them!. As I moved Elizabeth’s reflection moved. As I stared down at my heaving chest my breasts moved in unison with my every breath, their shape changing subtley as my lungs pumped in and out. The nipples were again swollen, seemingly aroused, but that feeling was the least thing I felt. Standing in front of the mirror, except for a small flaccid piece of male flesh, was Elizabeth, my ex-fiancee.

‘Elizabeth,’ I sobbed. ‘I see Elizabeth’

‘I don’t! I see YOU. I came back to tell you I have found the clue and it looks like I found it a few days early. This will give us a head start’

‘I could kiss you’ I said

‘Later honey. Here it is’ and she read from a small scrap of paper

The indelible mark of the hydra on a hated form will lead you to a place of pleasure and pain. To get the answer you must submit to the hydra and become one with it. Then and Only then will the next answer be revealed.

‘Is that it? Wait a sec—NEXT Answer?’

‘I presume she wants to make a chase of it’

‘What’s all this hydra,mark crap’

‘I have no Idea’ Said Kat. ‘I had hoped to work it out as soon as I found it but I just couldn’t’ she continued.

‘Being like this and having these still doesn’t mean I want to be a woman’ I said.

‘When did you take the last pill?’ asked Kat

‘Last night but the smaller the changes the quicker the cravings return’ I said

‘As far as changes go I would say they are average size changes,’ added Kat, tongue very much in cheek.

‘What do you mean—these are huge. I feel as though I am going to tilt forward’

‘Don’t be silly mine are nearly the same size and they feel perfectly natural’ Kat said

‘But.."’ I tried to say.

‘I don’t want to talk about anatomy anymore just now. If we are going to go looking for this clue we have to get you some more clothes,’ Kat added

‘No ladies clothes’ I said firmly

‘OK put your pants and shirt on and you will see what I mean’

I pulled on the jeans, my breasts moving as pulled them on. Every time I put them on I felt lustful about the shapes underneath the denim. But the feeling of horror was always greater.

‘Now put the shirt on’ Kat said’

I put the shirt on and did the buttons up, my hand brushed against warm,curved flesh which sent tingles down me. As the last buttons were done up I looked down at two mounds which pulled the shirt outwards and made my new shape VERY obvious.

I pressed my hands on my breasts,ignoring their fleshy firmness, and tried to make them shrink back in so no-one could tell.

‘They won’t go away you know. Go and look in the mirror now’ Kat said.

I knew what I would see Dr Elizabeth Bexley in jeans and a shirt.

Staring at my? reflection in the mirror and staring at my oval, beautiful face, feeling my breasts heave, pressing against my shirt, I knew what was coming next and said so.

‘I can’t wear male clothes again, I would look completely stupid, just like a woman wearing men’s clothes’ I sobbed.

‘That’s what I was going to say’ Kat said

‘I promised that I would never wear anything female, I will say that again’

‘When you said that you could have passed as a man. Things have changed, you have changed. In order to turn you back you have to pass as a woman—otherwise you will create suspicion.’

‘OK but I refuse to wear a bra’

‘You will find it more distracting without one, and besides, the sight of two unbound breasts bouncing along will get you more male attention than you want’ Kat advised.

‘Look I am really tired and want to go to bed’ I said

‘I really want to make love to you as my husband, not wife. You have maybe a day left—maybe two—before that is no longer possible. And if we should fail’

‘We won’t Can’t’

‘IF we should fail I would like to remember you inside me just once.’ she said

Kat looked at that moment so frail,so tired and so fraught that I had to agree.

‘OK you win’

‘I want to make love my way’ she said

‘What’s that?’

I want you to put on my black teddy and garters

‘If that’s the deal no way’

‘Think of how turned on you are when you see a woman wearing them. You said yourself that you fancied yourself. Give into your fantasy just this once.’

‘OK where are they?’

She went into the bedroom and came back a short time later carrying garters and a teddy that looked as though it wouldn’t stretch round a thimble let alone a body

‘Oh by the way. Take this’ Kat said as she handed me some gray looking powder

‘What is it’

‘Some Arabian aphrodisiac. It should help’

I put it into a glass of water and watched it dissolve. Although it tasted foul I felt much better in THAT sense.

‘Let me dress you’ she said

‘OK’

She put her arms around my slim waist and fastened the garter belt at the back. It seemed to emphasise the dip of my waist and curve of hip.

‘Lift your leg up please’ she said as her hands sensually moved down the slender,musclar shapes of my thigh and ankle.

Before I noticed I felt nylon on my foot, it’s smooth caress seducing me.

Kat now rolled the black stocking up past my knee and up to my thigh. I stared at the shape the black material made so real, how each muscle’s shape was somehow enhanced by the stocking I now wore.

Kat attached the clips to the front and rear and gave my ass a seductive stroke as she did so.

‘Now the other one’ she crooned.

As she put the other stocking on me, in the same erotic manner and fastened them up. My already erect penis was trying to expand beyond it’s capacity.

‘Now for this’ as she waved the teddy in front of me ‘Normally this wouldn’t fit on a man but then you are no ordinary man are you?’

I made no comment still in awe of the view of my legs encased in black,stocking’d nylon. Kat suddenly pulled the teddy up passed my dick causing it almost to be squashed into itself. The smooth black silk went passed my waist,stomach and—what was that! Kat caressed my breasts into the teddy and my arms went instinctively under the shoulder straps.

Kat took my hand we went into the bedroom.

No sooner had I laid down beside her she kissed me with a passion that I had not expected, her hand brushed aside my long auburn hair as our tongues met. I could feel her warm,naked breasts rub against my own under the silky teddy.

‘You don’t mind this?’ I whispered.

‘What?’

‘Kissing a woman’

‘You’re not a woman yet, you’re my husband’

With this her hand traced the line of my back and finished up gently stroking my shapely, firm rear. I could feel the sweat beginning to form on my cleavage and looking down at my breasts saw that the nipples were very obvious under the material of the teddy. Her hand moved downwards and I felt it’s touch on the nylon of my stockings all the time the other hand was stroking my smooth face.

My hand stoked the curve of her hip and I compared it to my own, my hand moved down and stroked her inside leg. Her hand did the same to mine and we were soon tracing and comparing the very female curves we both had.

She put my hand on her bosom and I felt her heart beat fast under the warm,fleshy firmness of her breast. I stopped for a moment.

‘What! not cold feet again,’ she said.

‘No it’s too late for that. But will you love me when I have one of these?’ And I quickly reached down and touched the warm, moist slit between her legs.

She moaned, ‘Go on please, yes, yes,’ and I wondered what it would feel like to have the same done to me. Snap! She had undone a popper on my teddy "’Time to give you some room to breathe," she said.

Before I knew what was happening the tingling was back and someone had a hand on my breast. Kat’s fingers were stroking my nipple in a delicate circle. Her warm hand held my breast under the teddy and I could feel her hand squeeze the flesh that protruded from me. I began to pant ‘more more’ but Kat’s only reply was to stroke my comely form. There was another ‘pop!’ as my teddy suddenly felt loose. Kat removed it with a practised swish. My breasts flopped out,free from the confines of black silk. Kat sat up a little and kissed each breast in turn. I had never felt anything like it as sensual, erotic waves hit me like hammer blows. They increased as she began to kiss my already erect nipples. Her other hand began to fondle and stroke my penis, which resulted in an intensity that I had never dreamed possible.

‘If you don’t stop soon I’ll come! But more more, more!’ I whispered.

A hand stroked my stocking’d leg and moved up to stroke a breast.

‘I need you ‘ I panted and as Kat straddled me and began again to caress my heaving sweaty bosom. She said ‘Yes now,’ and with that I thrust my penis into her.

We were now moving in concert, our bodies essentially the same instrument. With each thrust we both felt waves of pleasure sweep over us.

Her hands squeezed and caressed my breasts whilst mine ran up down her body. My hair was matted with sweat and passion whilst every part of me felt on fire. When at last I came my body convulsed at each ‘squirt’ of my cum. I moaned out load in exactly the same way as Elizabeth did when she reached orgasm.

Kat collapsed on top me, with me still inside her, exhausted after all that had gone on before. We drifted off to sleep me still wearing stockings and Kat naked. I held her close with my hand resting on her breast. My tits were touching her back, the movements of her breathing stimulating them still.

I awoke still feeling turned on. Small waves of pleasure swept over me with the occasional tidal wave.

‘Hmmmm, Kat, carry on!’ I said still in ecstasy and still half asleep

‘If you’re sure, girlie’

‘Girlie?’

At that moment Something moved inside me, ‘Ahh’ the pleasure, ‘Ahh’ there it goes again. Wait a second, where is my erection? ‘Ohh!’ Again another wave swept over me.

‘I’m so glad we made love for the first and last time,’ Kat said

‘Hmmmm?’ I moaned

‘I must tell you something,’ she said.

‘What, Lover,’ I moaned (I couldn’t still be turned on could I?)

‘You don’t need to take the last pill’

‘Why?’

Kat took my hand and placed it between my still stocking’d legs. An initial wave of pleasure turned to anguish when my hand met only moist flesh. Womanly Flesh..VAGINA..VULVA!!!

I screamed ‘NOOOOOOOO!’

‘Didn’t you enjoy my little introduction to the fair sex?’ Kat said.

‘You were touching me up!’

‘You wasn’t complaining, and I thought it the best way to break the news to you. If you felt how pleasurable it was you mightn’t mind so much.’

‘Mind? How can I possibly mind?’ I ranted. ‘The day after some of the best sex of my life I find that I am now a fully functional woman’

‘It was good wasn’t it’

‘What, show me it!’ I cried

‘You know what it looks like. You must have seen Elizabeth’s.’

‘Show me!’ My hand went back down there and I began to feel my latest genitalia’s form. Two moist lips met between pubic hair. A stray finger slipped inside, which caused an involuntary moan of pleasure. My other hand went down there as well and found the Clitoris, which when touched nearly made me jump out of my skin. Instinct took over and within seconds I was touching myself HERE and THERE.

Kat walked in with a mirror. ‘Don’t let me stop you young lady,’ she said’

‘I am NOT a Lady’

‘Looks that way from where I am standing. You wanted a mirror’

I took the mirror and inspected my vagina more closely. The vaginal lips were reddened with arousal which also accounted for the amount of moisture down there. My pubic hair had changed shape and color and now was triangular in shape, and the same color auburn as my hair. The clitoris was visible, a tiny remnant of my once proud manhood. I threw the mirror away in disgust. My vagina was exactly the same as I remembered Elizabeth’s to be, and unfortunately no different in function.

‘That’s it! Our life is over. Ten days from now I will be like this permanently with no hope of reprieve! A life sentence!’

‘We still have ten days to find the antidote and I’m sure that if we both put our heads together we can do it’

 

6. Race Against Time

‘How come I didn’t take the last pill but still I end up a girl?’

‘I don’t know unless the last pill is a decoy, makes you pregnant or something else. I just wouldn’t take it now’

‘Read the clue again,’ I said still not really used to having THAT voice.

‘Indelible mark of the hydra?.’ Kat said questioningly

‘The hydra was a mythical beast with multiple heads that sprung two new heads each time one was cut off, I seem to remember it started off with two heads and it fell upon Hercules to kill it as one of his twelve labors,’ I said. My mythology was very ropey.

Especially since I now resembled Venus rather than Hercules

‘But the hydra was A Greek myth’ Kat added

‘OK let’s break it down. Indelible mark. What kind of marks do not wash off or fade with time?’ I asked

‘Umm, emotional ones. What you have been through will leave a mark that will last for the rest of your life. Physical Marks like birthmarks do cannot be easily removed.Paint washes off, so what other man-made marks do not wash off’

‘Tattoos!’ I exclaimed.

‘That’s it! A Tattoo in the shape of a hydra!’

‘What about ‘on a hated form’?’

‘That’s easy. You hate your form’

‘Too right. I may be slowly accepting it, but I will always hate the way I am.’

‘OK the next bit is, will lead you to a place of pleasure and pain,’ Kat said.

‘That could be anywhere. ‘Pleasure and pain’ could be anything from a brothel to a health farm. Lets leave that bit because I think that’s for later. And in any case my body hasn’t got a tattoo anywhere let alone that of a Hydra. Maybe the last pill was supposed to give me a Hydra Mark Oh I dunno Go onto the next bit anyway’

‘OK the next bit is ‘To get the answer you must submit to the hydra and become one with it.’ Kat stated.

‘We must have got the wrong answer for the first bit. How can I submit to a tattoo?’

‘Very easily! Get one done!’

‘Now hang on, I’m not!’

‘But listen to the last bit ‘then and only then will the next ans wer be revealed,’ Kat said.

‘NO!’ I tried to sound firm but I hadn’t quite got the hang of my new voice.

‘The only way to cure you is to get a tattoo done’ Kat stated. More humiliation, even after all of this Elizabeth still wasn’t satisfied. But it WAS the only way to get me back again.

‘Where? I can’t just go into any old place—it must be the correct one,’ I said.

‘Only one way to find out! Let our fingers do the walking. I tell you what. You get dressed, you can borrow some of my panties and a bra if you like, and I will go downstairs and try and find a phone directory.’ And with that she went out.

Panties, Bra, Tits, Cunt! Nooo! I slipped off my stockings and garter belt, and tried very hard not to become aroused, but a warm, moist feeling below told me otherwise. How I hate being a woman!

Ignoring the panties, I tried to put on the jeans, but I still felt naked underneath, so I relented and put them on. They were thankfully not too lacy. But their pink color was not me. Anyway, I put them on, slipping them up my shapely legs and over my hips. They did the job of covering my hateful cunt very well. Quickly putting on the jeans and noticing the distinct LACK of a bulge, I put on my shirt. I couldn’t face a bra and so went bra-less.

By the time Kat came back I was dressed and with a quick comb of my hair I was ready. I refused to look into a mirror and see the full state of my womanhood, determined to revert back to the real male me.

‘Found one!’ Kat said

‘What’s it called?’

I don’t know what it is in English, but when I asked the manager about such a place he told me about it’

‘He could be wrong.’

‘Lets find out.’

The day was very warm and I began to regret not putting on a bra. The perspiration of my body had made my breasts much more visible through my shirt, and the ogles of the men who passed me made me feel very insecure.

‘How do you put up with this’ I asked Kat

‘Sometimes it’s welcome. Others it’s not. I regard it though as a complement. And you do make a ravishing woman!’

After a couple of hours we were very lost, but fortunately, by pointing to the address and after much drawing into the dust we walked up to a rather ran down shop with some Japanese writing on the front. The only word we recognised was ‘Tattoo’

We walked into the shop, which was dimly lit but very clean. Examples of the proprietor’s work adorned the wall. Elaborate dragons adorning the wall fought it out with other mythical creatures.

‘Look here!’ said Kat.

She pointed to a hydra. It’s twin green scaly heads split out from a serpents body. One head had a forked tongue darting out, the other belched fire. It really was a masterpiece of work, and even in paper form looked real.

‘This must be the place,’ and I rang the small bell on the counter.

A small oriental man came out of a back room, thought for a moment, then vanished back inside.

‘I’ve an Idea,’ I said, ‘You get the tattoo. That way I don’t have one when I change back’

‘Why should I?’

‘Prove to me you still love me! Anyway, he has no way of telling which of us is a man’

‘OK, but only for you’ Kat agreed.

The man came back out again and in disjointed English said

‘Which one of you is Bexley?’

‘I am,’ Kat said.

‘Wait’ the man said and went back inside his little room.

‘Now what,’ I asked.

‘Dunno, we wait I guess’

A few minutes later the man re-appeared again, and held a grubby photo up to Kat’s face.

‘You lie! She’s Bexley!’ and he pointed to me.

Oh no!

‘Never mind, I like jokes, he said. What you want me to do?’

‘My friend wants one of these,’ and Kat Pointed to the hydra.

‘You’re sure,’ he asked me

Point of no return. ‘Yes’

‘This can never come off’ the man confirmed.

‘I know’ I said

‘How did you know we were coming?’ Kat asked

‘Told I was to expect someone called Bexley, to give her my greatest tattoo. Become masterpiece. I was promised.’

‘How long?’ I asked

‘Work very complex need four hours’ The man said

‘OK I’ll see you back in at the hotel,’ Kat said, and with that she left the shop

‘You want drink’ He asked again

‘Yes, please.’ The room was getting very hot.

He came out with a glass of water and I gulped it down.

‘Take off your shirt,’ the man said

‘Don’t I get a choice where I want it?’ I asked, very nervously

‘Cannot give you what you want unless I get what I want.’

‘OK’ And I unbuttoned my shirt. Breasts were loose again, and again I Ignored the moist feeling I got in my cunt everytime I saw them.

‘Trousers too,’ the man said.

‘Wait a minute,’ I protested.

‘Trousers..’

I found myself obeying him. My mind was resisting but the body was not. Naked eccept for my panties I stood there.

‘And those,’ as he pointed at my panties.

My fingers took them off at the same time as my mind said no.

‘Lay down,’ the man said

I lay down on a surgeons table, facing upwards at this diminutive man who could wield so much power over me.

‘Now we start. You have wonderful skin, it will make the perfect canvass and the muscle relaxant I gave you makes my job so much easier’

I tried to protest but a quiet moan was all that came out.

‘I must first trace the outlines as it is this part which is the most crucial’

To my horror he took the gun and pain shot thru my inside leg as he skilfully started to draw. The pain of having my body turn into a woman’s was nothing to this. I tried to look down but could see nothing.

‘Turn over!’

I obeyed. The burning pain continued as it seemed to snake around my back.

‘Turn over onto your front’

Pain went thru me as I lay back down on my back. This time I could see a black shape being formed. Inch by painful inch. I tried to wriggle and break free but I couldn’t do anything. The black lines diverged as his gun headed towards my breasts.

‘Sleep now’

Unable to resist I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

Sometime later I awoke, fully dressed in my room. I couldn’t quite remember how I got here. I ripped open my shirt and stared down. On each breast was a hydra’s head, its green scaly head moving in unison with each breast. Curling around my body was it’s body. Intricate detail and color tuned to each of my curves. It’s tail ended up just resting on my thigh after coiling around my back and waist. All in the hydra, like me, was a thing of wondrous but hideous beauty, but like the rest of me could be there for life.

 

7. Vengeance

A knock at the door. Quickly I got dressed, ignoring the pain that still ached thru my body. I resisted the temptation to pick at the tiny scabs that formed on the tattoo, as I had been told that this could cause infection, and in this part of the world that was something I knew I had to avoid.

I opened the door. The cop from what seemed an eternity ago was standing there. His eyes gave me the once over and said. ‘Are you a friend of the family miss?’

‘Which family?’

‘The poor couple who is booked in here. The husband was abducted sometime ago’

‘Organ thieves,’ I said

‘So he told you about it’

‘Kind of’

‘Anyway’, said the cop, ‘We have a new lead that perhaps you can help with.’

Moments ago I was in depths of despair. Now the chance to finally find Elizabeth was too good to miss.

‘Tell me and I’ll pass the message along’ I said

‘About two weeks ago a lady was seen putting what looked a parcel thru your door. A bell boy saw her but has only just reported it, the law works slowly here I’m afraid’

‘Did this lady look like me?’ I asked

‘No not at all, she was about Umm I do not know the height in feet and inches. She was about this high’ His hand moved down about three inches from my head.

‘About five feet seven ‘ I said

‘She had a slim, muscular build with shortish very black hair’

‘Go on’ I said

‘As she walked past the bell boy noticed very green eyes’

‘What was she wearing?’

‘She was wearing a brown long flowing skirt with white blouse, If you could pass this message along and ask them to call me if they know who it was. In any case I must go now ensure to tell them please’

‘I will’

My mind raced. It couldn’t have been Kat, could it? No, she was in the room with me when the curse was delivered. She was wearing, let me think, Jeans and a white T-shirt. So that ruled her out. Thank God for that.

A nagging feeling remained as I thought about it some more. I remembered what Kat had suggested about Elizabeth wanting to be close to the action to gloat. But the thought was too impossible! More impossible than turning a man into a woman. No you could BE anyone with that drug. My gut tightened as my train of thought continued.

Question 1: How Did Kat get the clue so early?

Question 2: How come she knew the effects of the narcotic and pills and testosterone?

Question 3: Why did her attitude change from loving support to curiosity (when my body shape changed, remember, what was it she said? ‘That was amazing I have never seen anything like it’). Question 4: Why did leave me on my own so many times, when I needed her most.

Question 5: Why the constant pressure to sleep with her. She knew I was in pain most of the time?

I thought of some answers

1. Elizabeth must have left it here.

2. She wouldn’t know that, unless.... Oh my God! Elizabeth was Kat! All throughout my ordeal Kat had been subtly watching my changes, acting supportive, but each action she took made me move closer to becoming female.

Was she always like this? No, when the parcel first arrived and my legs changed she was as horrified as I was. She was more interested in my needs than hers. But after that her attitude changed to being more interested in the changes than me. I’ll try and remember more later.

At that moment Kat walked in, ‘Did you get it,’ she asked

‘What have you done with the real Kat?’

‘What are you talking about?’

I told her everything I had worked out.

‘Very good my Darling twin sister’ Elizabeth said

I shot across the room to try and grab her, but she stood firm and said ‘Fail-safe alpha!’

My body froze and I sat down on the bed

‘What was that?’

‘A fail-safe device I placed in your sub-conscious if you should ever find out what happened. You are quite powerless to move until I give the word. You can still ask questions of course,’ Elizabeth said.

‘Where Is she, the real Kat I mean?’

‘Let me explain and all will be revealed. Yes it was me in a copy Kat’s body that dropped off the parcel. I then waited my moment until Kat was on her own when I could take her place’

‘Bitch’ I shouted

‘Look whose talking, GIRL,’ Elizabeth retorted. And she went on. ‘I suspect the real Kat’s changes are quite complete by now, and if you remember I did say that I hoped that she would meet a deserving man.’

‘You turned her into me didn’t you’

‘Not at all! In fact she makes quite the perfect Harem girl now.’

‘You bastard I want her back NOW’

‘Sadly that’s quite impossible. I do not know which harem she was sold to, and even what she now looks like. You see I got a computer to work out the most desirable physical features of a harem girl and gave her those. I didn’t look at all and it was completely random’

I started to sob ‘Kat! Kat, my poor Kat, where are you?’

I found that I could just about move I went to get up.

‘Fail-safe Beta’ Elizabeth said

I moaned in pleasure as somehow my cunt was being stimulated. It felt like the first time Kat, no Elizabeth did it to me. I could no longer move again.

‘Nice isn’t it. I can increase the pleasure until you orgasm every few seconds, you will still be paralysed but unable to concentrate on what I say. The permanent orgasm code is level Omega. Don’t force me to use it’ Elizabeth added.

‘When did you kidnap her and take her place’

‘Just before you took two pills for the first time’ Elizabeth said casually

‘That explains the change in attitude after then’ I said

‘Yes I tried my best which in the state you were in then was obviously good enough’

‘What do you want now’ I moaned

‘For the moment just to talk’

A horrific thought crossed my mind. I hadn’t got the next clue as to the location of the antidote.

‘You had your gloat. Now where’s the next clue,’ I said

‘There isn’t one.’

‘What!’

‘There is no next clue. I persuaded you get that that rather large, but really so well done tattoo as part of my revenge’.

‘You mean this was for nothing’ and I stared again at the hydra that now seemed alive on my body. It’s twin heads moved in unison with my breasts and the serpent body writhed and twisted around my own.

‘Not at all, eventually I will tire of being Kat. Nice as her body is, you yourself admitted mine was better. I fully plan to turn back into Elizabeth sometime and there must be a way to tell us apart. What better way than a tattoo that will be very difficult to miss’

The pure evil of the woman sat in front me and the precision of her plan stunned me into silence. She sat there and waited for me to ask the 64,000 dollar question.

‘So is there an antidote?’ I asked dreading the reply.

‘Of course’

‘Where is it?’ I said forcefully

‘Actually you have got it over there. It is pill number two’

‘WHAT!’

‘Yes you have been carrying it around with you since you grew my pretty cunt,’ she said.

‘But what if I had taken number two!’

‘I switched pills so whatever pill sequence you took the one remaining would be the antidote’

‘God.you’ve got this all worked out haven’t you’

‘Three years is plenty of time when you have an IQ of 160’

‘But how come I grew a cunt without taking a pill.’

‘The coup-de-grace was triggered when you had an orgasm. When you made love to me that night your womanly fate was sealed.’

‘No wonder you wanted me to screw you so much.’

‘I must say it was strange to kiss and caress myself in another body, but even as a she-male you hadn’t lost your touch’

‘Bitch!’ I hissed with as much venom as I could muster

‘The lack of sex drive was due to the narcotic in you. The gray powder reversed that, after all I didn’t want you to become a girlie without me being there.’

I tried to reach the pill bottle to take the antidote but could not as Elizabeth said, ‘Fail-safe Gamma’

I lay back on the bed unable to move. Sensations swept from my breasts which felt as though the nipples were being stroked. I could feel the hot,moistness of my vagina, and it was increasingly difficult to concentrate.

‘I told you once, as wonderful as multiple orgasm is, you cannot hope to be reverted back if you resist.’ She paused and then went on, ‘I will cut a deal with you.’

‘What’s that?’

‘All I ever wanted to be was your wife. You turned me down flat in the worst possible way. So here’s the deal. I will allow you to take the pill on the understanding that you will be my husband. Come stay with me, be with me, love me like you said wanted to. The pill will remove the tattoo as well as all your womanly traits. Just think about it! I could be any woman in the world, Cindy Crawford, Claudia Schiffer, anyone! Just imagine. You and I together forever!’

‘What’s to stop me saying yes, taking the pill and running off to find Kat?’ I asked. She MUST have thought of that one.

‘Forget Kat. She is effectively gone. I doubt that even my remaining millions would be able to find her. She could be any woman, and a harem is not the place for another beautiful young lady to be looking in.’

‘So you have, in all practicality, killed her’

‘No as a doctor I have sworn to protect life. She has about ten years as a harem sex slave before she is released. That will make her nearly forty. No doubt she would try and come running to find you, but with no birth certificate, no documents, and looking very Arabic, I very much doubt she could leave the country. These Bedouin harems are given free reign by most middle-eastern governments, so it’s going to be impossible to track her down. Slave traders don’t keep records you know.’

I wanted to cry for my poor Kat, locked away in chains in some depraved sheikh’s harem, being used as just a sex and entertainment object. I knew Elizabeth was right. My darling ‘Kat’ was gone.’

‘Now back to your question about double-crossing me. You are quite correct, I have thought of that. Your natural body state is now female. The pill will change your body back to that of your male self. But the only way to keep it that way is to ingest a drug which I and only I have the means to produce. Each day you are without it a part of you will turn back into me, this time for good, and in reverse order. Thats right—pussy first, then tits, then head, and you know the rest. Ten days later you will resemble me again, this time for good. ‘

‘So you will have me on a leash.’

‘That’s right, If you or I go away I will leave enough drug to last you until my return. You will not be able to stray from my side forever’.

‘What if you are killed or maimed in an accident?’

‘Then ten days later Dr Elizabeth Bexley lives on in you.’

‘So really I have no choice at all.’

‘You can say no and stay like that for good. I just hope you can adjust more than you have said. Otherwise you will find womanhood a nightmare.’

‘Can I think about it?’

‘OK you have two hours’ and with that she carefully and visibly took the pill bottle put it in her purse and started to walk out.

‘Wait how can I think properly when every part of me is on fire in arousal?’

‘Good Point,’ Elizabeth said, ‘Fail-safe gamma disengage two hours. Fail-safe omega engage in two hours twenty minutes’ she added and went out.

The waves of pleasure stopped but I still could not move.

The choice was clear. Just what would I give up for love? I had no doubt that Elizabeth was now quite insane. I was also in no doubt that she was also deadly serious. She meant to be my wife at any cost, and indeed this horrible choice must have been her plan from the start. To choose between life as a man, constrained by some chemical leash, or freedom as a woman, was really no choice at all. These past few days of being ogled at, being constantly aroused by the sight of my now tattooed breasts and body, menstruation looming, having to wear makeup, trying to find love again, and worst of all missing Kat—this meant to me that being a woman was out of the question. Maybe someone else in the same situation would have been able to adjust, but not me. So the only other choice was to be with Elizabeth as a house-trained slave. I was in no doubt that she could and would use the threat of not giving me the drug against me, and I would be a prisoner no matter how beautiful the cell. In a way I was in same situation as Kat, just a sex slave for an insane master (or mistress). If she could put this fail-safe thing in me what else could she do?

‘Fail-safe override’ I said.

Nothing happened. I was still paralysed. I guess if it was that easy to get round it wouldn’t be a fail-safe. The command had to come from Elizabeth.

There HAD to be a third option.

Got it! agree to her deal. Then use whatever allowance she gave me to try and free myself from the drug’s reliance. If it was done in secret she would never know until it was too late.

Before two hours was up Elizabeth walked back in, still wearing Kat’s body

‘Fail-safe all disengage five minutes, Fail-safe Omega engage in ten minutes,’ she said.

The pleasure waves went away as quickly as they had come.

‘What’s your choice?’ she demanded

‘Deal. I want to marry you. Give me the pill,’ I said

She thought for a moment and gave me pill number two.

I took a glass of water in slender female hands, put the glass to my full pouting lips and took the pill. Staring down at my heaving breasts, I breathed a Sigh of relief at last the ordeal was over.

‘Liar!’ Elizabeth said.

My body began to sweat uncontrollably. Here it comes, I thought. Suddenly I felt sick and rushed to the bathroom and promptly threw violently up. Several more chucks later I stopped, stood up and saw to my horror that my breasts were still there. A quick check down THERE met only with moist,warm flesh.

‘How long to I change back?’

‘Never!’ Elizabeth said. ‘You don’t think I looked at my own face for twenty years and didn’t know when I was lying.’

‘You mean?’

‘Yes, the last pill makes all your changes permanent.’

My hand went to my face and traced its gentle oval shape, and feeling tears welling up inside me, I just cried. My fate was sealed. A woman I was and a woman I would remain.

‘You had a chance’ she said.

‘How could I have avoided this? ‘ I sobbed (thigh over thigh, what a pair! NO!)

‘Said no to my deal’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re right. I am a bitch, and now so are you.’

I collapsed into uncontrollable sobs

‘Now you are me. You will need these,’ she said, and she threw a passport and airline tickets at me. ‘I think it’s about time Dr. Elizabeth Bexley left, as I am very tired and I want to change as soon as I can,’ she said.

‘Wait’ I said

Kat, no, Elizabeth, held a cassette recorder in the air and said ‘This is my insurance. If anything happens to me this will be found, and you my dearest twin will be in the proverbial shit’.

She switched it on. ‘If you don’t leave now, Dr Bexley, I will call security. My husband is due soon and I know how you felt about being jilted by him. I don’t know why you followed us here but you MUST go. So please leave.’ She said this with the distress obvious in her voice (what an actress!).

‘No You leave!’ I screamed

‘This is my hotel room and you are no longer welcome here’ she said with a hard,determined tone.

‘OK I’ll go. But first I need to, you know, go,’

‘Alright then.’

I took off my trousers and stood in front of the bowl instinctively. I reached out for a dick but was only met by two folds of female flesh. I started to urinate standing up but quickly remembered to sit down before too much went all over the floor.

Elizabeth came in and laughed in a vicious way, and threw me a skirt, saying ‘you’d better wear this—your jeans are dirty now’. I put on the patterned skirt. It reached down to my ankles and made me almost sick seeing it there.

‘Time to go Liz,’ Elizabeth said, starting the cassette tape again.

And I went out, taking the tickets with me.

Looking at the ticket showed that they were for the 03:10 flight to JFK only. This was my only chance of escape. The passport showed the face of Elizabeth Bexely PhD. Looking at the details caused my heart to sink

Name : Dr Elizabeth Bexley

Hair : Auburn

Eyes : Blue

Height :1.77 Metres

Sex : Female

The female part although in the same print burned it’s way from the page into my mind.

Distinguishing Marks: Mole on Right Thigh (soon to have massive tattoo of a hydra, I thought).

Occupation: Medical Doctor.

Looking at the time in the hotel (since I grew HER arms my watch didn’t fit), I saw I had a full six hours to kill. I needed to be alone and so I walked. No longer in the confines of my hotel room I could not explore my body anymore, but every sway of hip, every touch of my skirt on my thighs, every bounce of breast and every swish of hair could not deny or hide what and who I had forever become.

The taxi to the airport got me to the terminal just in time to catch the flight.

 

8. Hell Hath No Fury

If Elizabeth’s vengeance on me was long and convoluted, mine would be swift and immediate. I did not have the means to inflict on her the pain and suffering that she had done to me, and I knew she was due (as Kat) to leave in three days. So as I sat on the plane and flew home I knew she mustn’t be allowed to escape. Because once she was back I would lose her forever. She did say that she wanted her body back, but I couldn’t wait that long. No doubt she would ensure that I could not follow her or track her down. So the only chance I had was when she came off of her flight.

I slept rough for three days. I could not bring myself to check into a motel, and besides I had no money. I refused to take the obvious last ditch career choice for when a girl is out of money, so I slept rough. Or rather, tried to. I was followed on several occasions, and rape seemed inevitable, but somehow each time I managed to lose my follower in the crowded streets of New York. Every hour I was awake my sense of loss grew, Kat, my manhood, my life. I wished Elizabeth had just killed me, but this living hell followed me around. Everywhere I went, men and women went too and fro minding their own business. To them I was just a rather unkempt woman who had fallen on hard times. Sure, give her sympathy, but not much else. I had no prospect, only a drop into prostitution or exotic dancing, but I suspected that my tattoo would severely restrict the clients I would get. In any case I loathed my vagina and could not face kissing a man. Let’s face it, the market for lesbians who had a thing for tattoos must be very small. My mind was in a blur, but then a plan came into focus.

Day came and then a night and then it was time to move. I chose the nearest gun shop to the airport and went in.

‘What’ll it be, miss?’ the owner said.

‘I want something to protect me whilst I find work,’ I tried to say seductively.

‘And what work is that?’ the man asked.

Men were all the same. I should know, I am still one inside, and I lust after myself every day. ‘What do you think?’

‘I think you’re a girl who enjoys a good time.’

‘Do you want a freebie?’ I said

The man came out from around the counter. He was easily six foot and broad shoulders, his face showed the scars of several fights.

‘Do you like this?’ I said, and I showed my thigh with the hydra’s tail tattoo on it

‘Cool tattoo’ the man said

‘It goes all the way up I said, come and see’

As he bent down to look up my skirt at the tattoo and more than likely my crotch I quickly brought my leg up into his face. He screamed and collapsed into a heap. Before he could get up I stamped my foot into his genitals and he writhed around helpless. Just to be sure, a quick chop to the windpipe soon sorted him out. The keys were in his pocket and as I lifted them out I looked at the clock on the wall. Just over two hours before Elizabeth was due to arrive back.

Looking at the array of weapons, I wondered which one to choose. I REALLY wanted a magnum but could hardly lift one. So I had to settle for a small calibre Colt. The ammo was hard to find but eventually I found some. Carrying the gun into an airport was going to be difficult with nothing to put it in, so looking around I saw the man’s sports bag laying behind the counter. Perfect!

Fully tooled up, I hitched to the airport but remained quiet. I had no idea how I would get away with this, but nothing but vengeance mattered now. There is an old saying—before starting out on revenge dig two graves, one for them, one for you. There was also another saying that revenge is a dish best served cold. Well, my heart was as cold and sharp as flint.

I sat waiting in the arrivals lounge, my slender hand inside the bag, feeling the surprise I had for Elizabeth. I didn’t have to wait long. In a crowd I saw her, still as Kat, looking very relaxed. NOW! I thought. But there were too many people around. At a distance I followed her. She became aware of my pursuit and started to run down a long, brightly lit corridor.

‘Help me,’ she screamed, but still I pursued her, oblivious to all around me. Suddenly I had a clear shot, and I pulled the gun from the bag and took aim. The pressure needed on the trigger was greater than I thought, and suddenly the world was in slow motion. There was a loud CRACK!, and the gun bucked in my hand. I looked up in time to see the back of Elizabeth’s head explode as the shell hit the base of the skull. I heard another CRACK just in time to feel stabbing, burning pain as a bullet entered my shoulder. I was spun to the ground with the force of the impact, and the last thing I saw was the blood seeping out from the remains of Elizabeth’s head. A smile spread across my face.

‘All done’ I said.

I awoke in prison overalls with my shoulder still aching. I was dragged into a small room, where two cops sat opposite me.

‘Why’d you do it Elizabeth’ they asked

‘You wouldn’t believe me.’

‘Try us. You had everything—money, looks, intelligence. You could have had any man you wanted. Why’d you kill Jane Stephens?’

‘That wasn’t Kat, I mean Jane’

‘Then who did you think it was’

I could see where this was leading, and just kept quiet.

‘We found this on her’ and the cop produced the cassette tape, he inserted it into a player. The conversation Elizabeth and I had before I was thrown out was replayed.

‘You know what it looks like to us?’ the cop said.

‘What?’

‘Distraught over being jilted, you decided to take a little trip to the happy honeymooners. You tried to warn Jane off, but she threw you out. You then lay in wait and blew her brains out so that hubby would come running back to you.’

Some time later.

‘All Rise’

‘How does the jury find the defendant?’

‘Guilty on all counts.’

‘Dr Elizabeth Bexley, you have been found guilty of the first degree murder of Jane Stephens. You will be taken from this place and brought to another where you will be executed by lethal injection. May God have mercy on your soul.’

TO BE CONTINUED....

 

 

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